Violette went to her first dance class this afternoon. It was half ballet and half tap, with a shoe change in the middle. She is always dancing around the house and loves to dress up in costumes, so I thought that dance class would be a wonderful outlet for her. This morning, however, she gave me so much grief -- crying "I don't want to go to dance class" over and over again. Sheeeesh... I was getting pretty fed up with all the whining, and after dropping her off at daycare, I worried about how she would react once we got her to the dance academy and I wondered if we would make it there at all.
I picked her up early from school and we drove home to get her costumed up. There was still some whining, but not as intense as earlier (thankfully). When we got to the studio, I actually had to carry her from the car and up the stairs. Luckily we managed to arrive early and had a little one-on-one time with the instructor (who is wonderful!). A few more girls showed up, and when class started they all went off with the instructor, with the mommies (and a couple of dads) sitting in the waiting room, peering through the windows. Vi held my neck for the first couple of minutes, and then - after seeing how much fun it actually was - she joined in and had a fantastic time. And, I must admit, she is a natural. She does so well with instruction, and she loves to imitate. It literally warmed my heart to watch her, and the three other little girls in varying shades of pink. And then it hit me, she is really growing up, and I'm really enjoying it. I think I was a little nervous today for myself, as well as for her. How would I do in this situation, and how would I do if she didn't react well, and how will the other parents react. I know, I think too much... but hey, I've never done this before either. Vi and I, we're learning together -- and maybe (just maybe) we'll get some things figured out before her little sister arrives in December.